Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 She And I Have Nothing To Do Wit…

“Understood–I’ll head right over.”

Eric ended the call swiftly and drove straight toward Maple Bay.

Visiting Quentin’s home wasn’t unusual, but this time felt strangely different.

Moments after pressing the bell, Quentin appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

“Much appreciated.”

Giving Quentin a brief nod, Eric walked inside.

“I’ve been waiting,” Ernest said quietly from his seat on the couch.

“Ernest.” Eric acknowledged warmly before glancing around curiously. “What’s the reason for all this mystery?”

With visible effort, Ernest attempted to rise, prompting Eric to quickly retrieve the cane resting nearby. “Here

you go.”

“Thank you,” Ernest murmured, accepting the cane and studying Eric carefully. “Follow me upstairs.”

“Alright,” Eric said, though an unsettling feeling gripped him.

He followed Ernest upstairs.

Reaching the top, Ernest paused solemnly outside a particular room.

Eric’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Ernest?”

Ernest nodded. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

Taking a careful breath, Ernest twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

Eric peered cautiously inside.

Within the modestly sized room, things appeared slightly cluttered yet deliberately arranged–items lined neatly along the walls, leaving open floor space covered by a soft carpet.

At the center sat a young boy, around three, fully engrossed in stacking colorful blocks.

Stunned, Eric shot an astonished glance toward Ernest.

Before he could speak, Ernest quietly shut the door, careful not to disturb the boy’s focus.

“Ernest…?”

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Shock clouded Eric’s face, a thousand unspoken questions tumbling through his mind, none finding their way

out clearly.

doing here at Quentin’s? Why had Ernest been so secretive,

the boy possibly be

with a faint smile. “Your guess

Eric froze, his eyes widening

could this be

it hit him.

the moment Ernest woke up, he had Quentin secretly

be this child–and,

as well.

vividly into his

have someone else, though she’d never found tangible proof.

his thoughts, Eric faced his brother directly. “Ernest, what are

the real question is, how do

this to Linda?”

heavy with warning. “You owe Linda everything,

you’re still here.”

across Ernest’s handsome features,

intended for any of this to happen. Hurting Linda was never my goal,

her now.”

was that genuinely Ernest’s stance?

judgment, yet deep down, he trusted his brother’s

toward the closed door, Eric finally asked softly, “Ernest, what’s the real story behind

suggested, nodding toward the study. “I

explain.”

“I’m listening.”

car crash

rendered Ernest unconscious, lingering helplessly

never seemed entirely

play, investigating discreetly for years. Unfortunately, their attempts had uncovered little, while official

now, Eric’s expression darkened sharply. “So they’re still out

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you?”

cold with determination. “It’s their bad luck–I

time to repay old grudges and new threats

the child, Ernest assured Eric,

Ernest entirely, but whether Linda could see it

another matter.

they couldn’t

would have to

concern. “The boy naturally belongs with us.

about his mother?”

complication there.”

devoid of emotion. “She means nothing to me beyond being the child’s

Eric’s tense features upon hearing

that much was

don’t push yourself too hard. Linda just needs time. Eventually,

situation had

firmly to Linda–that much

his brows still shadowed

relieved that Joy

the dance studio, she stayed until her usual finishing time, finding Eric waiting outside

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